Blue-Eyes White Dragon: Adopted by the King of Knights [52]

From the sky, the white dragon bathed in azure light came crashing down.

He descended directly into the demonic dragon’s lair, engaging the fused White Dragon King of Britain in a clash that was as primal as it was brutal.

“Since you can no longer rule this island—then do us all a favor and die already!”

With a single swipe of his claw—imbued with terrifying power—the white dragon tore through the demon dragon’s scales like paper, revealing the twisted, blackened flesh beneath.

Despair and curses spilled from the dragon’s body in the form of blood, and it was inevitable that some of that filth splashed onto the white dragon as well.

“Watch out—!”

Artoria cried out as she raised the holy sword in her hands, ready to join the dragon battle raging before her.

But the white dragon shook his head and flung her away with a single motion.

“Stay back!”

“This is my fight!”

“From this moment on, whether god or king—there shall be only one white dragon in this world, and that’s me!”

With a stance that seemed to tower above the world itself, the white dragon let out a roar of unshakable pride.

But then—

“How laughable!”

“You foolish creature—do you still not understand?”

“This island no longer needs kings—let alone gods!”

“Destruction—that’s all it needs now! Complete and utter annihilation!”

The Britain-bound demon dragon, pinned beneath him, bellowed defiantly in response to his proud declaration, lifting his hideous head and unleashing a torrent of black breath in all directions.

It was the most vile, most corrupt force in the world—
a concentration of despair and fury, accumulated over 4.6 billion years of the island’s history.

No divinity could resist such corruption.
No hope could overcome such despair.

As the world teetered on the brink of its end, the island wept in anguish—
and there was no one left to soothe its cries.

—But so what?

“Victory!”

“No matter what, I still hunger for victory!”

Faced with the onslaught of curses, Bluey didn’t dodge.
He chose instead to take it head-on—bearing the island’s fury and despair with his own body.

From kilometers away, Artoria watched in horror as the white dragon stood tall on the battlefield.

Black sludge clung to his once-sacred form, staining his pristine wings.
The radiant white light that had once enveloped him had vanished—
and in its place, a deep, oceanic blue glow pulsed from within, as if it came from the abyss itself.

“Look at me! Your curses mean nothing to me!”

“Your rage can’t shake my desire for victory!”

Bluey lowered his head, staring down the demon dragon now pinned beneath him.

He opened his mouth ever so slightly, and violet lightning crackled at his side.
The storm clouds above darkened into a chaotic purple— a vision of hell on earth, mirrored by the fires raging across the land.

“It’s OVERRRRRRRRR!”

[Ding! You have slain: Demon Dragon of Britain.]
[You have gained: EXP +10,000]
[Current EXP: 14,500 / 10,000 (Evolution: unavailable)]
[New Concept Acquired: Kingship (Activated)]
[New Concept Acquired: Destruction (Activated)]
[New Concept Acquired: Despair (Activated)]

…

The fire burned for seven whole days.

It consumed the city entirely, turning what was once the Citadel into a barren white plain.
It incinerated the demon dragon’s corpse, erasing its presence—and its ambitions for domination—from the island forever.

“All that’s left now is to rebuild the city… and deal with the remaining outsiders.”

Having reverted to human form, the white dragon stood beside Artoria, smiling faintly.

But looking at him now, Artoria found it hard to smile at all.

The glittering boy from before was gone.

In his place stood a calm, handsome young man—dressed in a dark blue ceremonial robe, crowned with a black diadem wreathed in thorns.

His once-bright turquoise eyes had vanished, replaced by a deep, dark cyan—profound and unreadable.

—And in that instant, Artoria understood.

She understood why Bluey had insisted on meeting her in his human form before the battle with Vortigen began.

“Please remember me as I am now.”

That was what he had wanted to say back then.
But all she’d done at the time was giggle foolishly and marvel at the novelty of it all.

“Are you… really okay?”

She asked, concern lacing her voice as she looked at the newly transformed Bluey.

Even she—naïve as she sometimes was, and clueless when it came to mysticism—could tell that this couldn’t be the natural form of a maturing dragon.

“I won’t lie and say I’m fine.”

“There’s this constant whispering in my ears. It’s… annoying.”

“But it’s only annoying, that’s all.”

Bluey pointed at his ear, his expression casual and unconcerned.

And when he noticed Artoria still didn’t quite believe him, he offered a familiar name as an example:

“Scáthach. You remember her, right?”

“Compared to what she endured under Curse 363, this is nothing. She’s still suffering from stepping into the divine realm as a mere mortal.”

“But so what? After all these years, she’s still alive and kicking, isn’t she?”

It had to be said—Scáthach’s status among the Celts was nothing short of legendary.
Even Artoria, the chosen King, nodded sincerely at the mention of the warrior queen, finally letting go of her worries about the so-called “curse.”

After all—who among them wasn’t carrying some kind of curse?

In Artoria’s mind, even the throne itself was a curse.

To claim it meant abandoning all personal happiness and emotion—sacrificing everything for the prosperity of the realm.

And yet, to protect the smiles of the people of Britain, she had chosen this thorn-laden path without hesitation, knowing full well that it could only end in ruin.

“Still, at least it was worth it.”

“The False King is dead, and the island’s wrath has been quelled.”

“Now we can finally usher in an age of true peace… can’t we?”

As the dark clouds slowly dispersed and sunlight began to pierce through their gaps, hope bloomed on the young woman’s face.

—And so began the age of the one known as [King Arthur].

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